OBJECTively Speaking – The Computer


Sekhmet is in the lower right hand corner...very discreet, along with some of her periphericals...

The Computer

“Damn, damn, damn!  What ever is the matter with you, you stupid idiotic, computer!” James shouted at the top of his lungs.  He began to beat on his keyboard, he threw his cordless mouse across the room.  He did this at least once a day, he was not what you’d call a patient person.

“Well, if you really must know, it’s you who is stupid!” said a calm feminine voice.

James looked around.  Who’d spoken? he asked himself.  There was no one in the room.

“It’s me James, your computer.  I really have to say, I’m pretty tired of being blamed for all those stupid typos that you make.  And what about the times you give me commands that are just soooooo contradictory?  But do you sit back and think that perhaps you’re to blame for all the hassle?  Oh no, Mr. Human-being.  I should just shut down and let you get on doing things by yourself!” The voice was angry, and not a little hurt.

James had the strangest sensation…no, he thought to himself, it couldn’t be the computer.

“Ok, who’s the smart-ass?” he looked behind the kitchen door, on the terrace, in the bathroom and bedroom, but there was nobody there!

“Well, Sherlock, are you convinced?” said the computer.

He just stood there, staring, feeling a scared sort of haunted feeling in his stomach.

Across the street, Marian, his girl-friend was giggling.  Joseph and Marian were sitting in Joseph’s car.  They had hacked James’ computer and had been waiting for one of his tirades.  Marian spoke to him through a special Skype-like program, which James didn’t know had been installed on his computer!

All of a sudden, they heard a blood curdling scream! Then watched as James ran down his front steps and off down the sidewalk.  Marian and Joseph looked at each other.

“Do you think we exaggerated?” Marian asked.

The computer replied, “No, he’ll be fine.”

Written for Lilith’s Short Story Prompts


“Ah…what is this, one of your more recent vagaries dear Natuatl?”

“Not at all…as I was walking through the forest, I heard a gentle whipery sound among the trees…a psithurism. It could have been my lord Quetzalcoatl!”

“Listen we have no time now for your adodyopsis with Quetzalcoatl!  I know you have a terrible case of  basorexia for him, but we’ve really got a lot to do this afternoon!  Stop being so dreamy-eyed and get the sacred tools ready.”

The crowd gathered before the great temple of Quetzalcoatl.  The high priest and his two handmaidens moved solemnly towards the sacrificial stone in the middle of the platform.  Two young women and a young man were brought towards the stone.  Natuatl gave the priest the bronze knife, smiling, imagining how happy her Lord
Quetzalcoatl would be today.

Written for Lilith

Wednesday Short Story Prompt #22 – Mysterious Island

For Lilith at WDBWP write about a mysterious island that just happens to pop up near your coast line.   As some of you may know, I live near the largest lake in Europe, Lake Garda…so I’ll imagine an island popping up there! (It’ll have to be smallish though).


We awoke that morning as the earth shook with a roar.  The wind chimes began to tinkle without any wind and every dog in the neighborhood began to howl.  A few cracks appeared in the plaster-work and a couple of pictures fell off the wall, fortunately that was all the damage my house suffered.

Turning on the radio later that morning, the news was on every station, even those that usually had nothing to say in the way of current events. Seems that in the middle of Lake Garda, not far from Riva, an island had mysteriously appeared.

I decided to go have a look for myself.  I jumped on my moped and off I sped, my good old trusty camera in my purse.

It seemed I wasn’t the only curious Polly to want to get a look at the newest feature of our Lake and I was lucky I’d decided to take my moped or I probably wouldn’t have been able to get to the lake before evening.  Even so, I had to park about a kilometer away and walk to the lake itself.

All the entrances to the lake front were closed off.  Carabinieri and local policemen were stationed to make sure no one got near.  I decided to call my friend, the director of Hotel Du Lac a lakefront hotel, to see if he wouldn’t let me go into the hotel’s garden.  He was very excited and said: “Sure, you’ve got to see this!”

Ten minutes later, I arrived and the guard let me through.  I went to Luigi’s office and he invited me up to his penthouse terrace, since the garden was too full of tourists.

The sight I saw justified a lot of the hullabaloo.  There not 500 meters from the shore was a tiny island, which I’d expected.  What I hadn’t expected was a white marble shrine, muddied yes, but you could still see that it was perfectly white.  In the middle of the shrine, there was a statue of a mermaid!

I began putting my zoom lens on my Canon.  Then, the floor started to tremble, a rumble of moving earth roared in my ears.  We started running for the stairs as the overhead lamps danced tingling crazily.  People were shouting everywhere, the whole place was in a state of chaos! The earthquake seemed to go on forever and it also seemed a lot worse than in the early morning.  Finally, the earth stopped moving the rumbling stopped.

Everyone was out in the middle of the street by now, and it really was a miracle that there seemed to be so little damage done!  Unfortunately though, the island had been sucked back into the lake.

 (I’m terribly sorry this is so late dear Lilith, and I would have liked to work more on it…)

Wednesday Short Story Prompt #20 – As Luck Would Have It

At We Drink Because We’re Poets, Lilith Colbert has given us this prompt:

“This week, you must write a tale where the good guy doesn’t win, where his (or her) streak of luck runs dry as the Mojave, either to tragic or comedic ends.”

The last time I did this, a general outcry rocked my blog.!  At least now I can have the good guy lose and no one will protest…right?


© Georgia S. Koch

© Georgia S. Koch

Friday the 13th

“There’s no way I’m going to the market today, it’s Friday the 13th!” Mariel wailed once again.

“Oh come on you’re kidding me, you’re being stupid!  Friday the 13th is just like any other Friday!” Giacomo replied exasperated.

They’d been arguing back and forth since Giacomo had proposed to go to the Friday market in the village where they were vacationing.  He wanted to buy some gifts to take home to his sister’s kids, besides he loved open air markets.

“Well I’m not stopping you, I’m just not going!”

“Have it your way!” he said as he picked up his car keys and went out the door.

He drove down the narrow road that would take him to the parking area near where the market was being held, at that moment a guy on a bike came down the road right at him in the opposite direction, he swerved without thinking to avoid him and broke his left-wing mirror.  “Shit! Damned cyclists!” he muttered knowing that that would cost him a pretty penny when he turned in the rental car. The cyclist just made a rude gesture with his hand and kept on pumping.

He parked and began to walk the 300 meters to the market.  The walk-way was already filled with people happily jostling their way along to the town center.  It was a bright sunny day, with very few clouds.  He began to weave his way through the stalls, but didn’t see anything that he though his nieces or nephew would enjoy.  Suddenly, it began to rain.  Everyone went for shelter under a shop’s awning, Giacomo with them.

“I can’t believe it, it’s sunny and raining and I feel like a bloody sardine.” he thought to himself wondering when the rain would stop.

The rain finally did stop about ten minutes later.  Giacomo went into a caffè and ordered a cappuccino and brioche.  He picked up the paper that the caffè kept on hand for their customers and began to read the headlines.  As the waitress arrived with his order, she tripped pouring the coffee down his arm and leg.

“Shit!” he exclaimed as the coffee burnt him.

“I’m so sorry sir!  She went to grab some paper towels from behind the counter and helped him clean up the worst of the damage done to his shirt and shorts.  He then went into the bathroom to finish cleaning himself properly.

“I really am sorry sir, this one’s on us,”  She said as she served him another cappuccino with his brioche, “including the brioche.”

Giacomo was beginning to think there was something in the Friday the 13th myth, but then again, he did get a free cappuccino and brioche, he thought.  Then thought again as he looked at his reddened skin.  He finished his snack and went back out into the street, thinking maybe he’d try his luck again at some stalls further up the road.

He finally found some lovely silk scarves that he thought would make a nice gift for his eldest niece.  As he began to search his pockets to pay for the gift, he discovered that he no longer had his wallet.  He thought it had probably been stolen either along the crowded sidewalk or when he was under the awning when it had rained.

He’d no alternative but to return to the car and then the hotel without buying anything.  He was obviously in a bad mood by now.  Without realizing it, he’d been going at least 20 miles an hour over the speed limit.

The carabinieri pulled Giacomo over, but as he didn’t have his driver’s license with him, he not only got a ticket for speeding but also for driving without a license as well as driving with a broken wing mirror.  He had to wait as the police checked the car registration with the rental agency to ascertain that he hadn’t stolen the vehicle.  They also invited him to come to the police station to report the theft of his wallet, saying he should have done that in the first place instead of trying to drive a car illegally.  At the police station and reported the theft of his wallet as well as his driver’s license and credit cards.  This took him about an hour.

He finally got back to his hotel, frazzled by the terrible morning he’d passed.  Walking up the stairs he tripped as he reached his landing hurting is ankle.  So, he limped to his room and went in.  Mariel was sitting at the desk, using her laptop.

“Oh, hi dear.  I was just reading up on Friday the 13th, you know you were so right!  It’s just a silly superstition.  Let’s go swimming this afternoon after lunch.  Oh by the way, you forgot your wallet when you went out this morning.”

“I’m not moving from this room again today!” he said as he dropped himself on the bed, “Superstition or not, it’s Friday the 13th and that means bad luck to me!”  Then he began to tell her of his morning.



We Drink Wednesday Short Story Prompt: 5 September 2013

The bird


High above in the ancient skies of Glenvernorgo, flew the omen that made men shake and seek a double dose of their poppy juice, the werebird.  Made of pure light, when Deux’s anvil was struck by his mighty hammer, it flew on high warning men of dire times.

Mikaelos entered the tavern and swaggered up to the counter, where a pretty red-haired girl was drawing beer for some other customers.  He’d been traveling since the break of dawn, now the sun was setting.

He was tired, his long, brown hair, grayed with road dust.  His blue eyes fixed the maid’s green in his steady, weary stare.  She squirmed prettily a little discomforted and shyly smiled.

“What do you need, stranger?”

“A bath, some food and a bed, but I’ll be happy for some of that beer too.”  He spoke in a low-pitched but clear voice which usually got the attention he wanted.  He’d been born with the “voice”, once heard, most people were willing to do whatever he wanted them to do, within limits of course.

She presented him with his beer and said she’d see about the room and bath.

Drinking slowly, Mikaelos looked around the tavern.  It was dim, smokey and everything one could imagine a port tavern would be.  He saw two persons sitting closely conversing at one of the tables in the darker corners of the room.

“Ok sir.  Do you want to eat first or have a bath?  You have a private room that looks out onto the port.” she seemed to think this might be important to him, “I’ve got to know if you want the bath first so I can draw the water for you.”

“I’ll have the bath first.  And tell me fair lady, will you help me wash my back by chance?”

Blushing she replied: “Oh, um, no.  I’ve got to work you see, but I might tuck you into bed tonight.”

“Now that would be just lovely milady.”

“Finish your beer while I have your bath drawn.”

He continued the inspection of the common room.  Outside of the two cloaked characters, there seemed to be the same run of the mill clientele; sailors, shopkeepers and a few travelers like himself.

“Jozef will take you to the bathes.  If you need anything, he will help you.  I’ll get your table ready in the meantime.  Will you be wanting meat or fish?”

“I’ll have the meat.” he answered as he followed the lad out of the back door into the bathing area.

After soaking for nearly half an hour, his bath was getting a little cold, so he asked the boy to add some more hot water.  Then he finished washing himself and the grabbed the towel that was sitting beside the large pool-like tub.  Opening his saddle bag, which he’d carried in with him, he pulled out his change of clothes.

“Can these be cleaned and dried before tomorrow evening?” he asked Jozef indicating his travel-worn cloak, britches and shirt.

“Yes milord, I’ll start on them right off.”

Mikaelos returned to the common room, ate his dinner in avid silence and then set back to smoke his pipe sipping from his mug of beer.  He realized that the cloaked couple were no longer in the room, in fact, there was only one other person in the room, besides the barmaid.  A man, in his early 40s perhaps, with a long beard and dressed in a druid’s cloak.  Mikaelos noticed that the man was also looking at him, and so nodded.

The man rose and came over to Mikaelos’ table, sitting down without being invited.

“I’m Frakos from Spearn and you, my dear lad, must be Mikaelos from Giostral.”

“You have the advantage on me.  How is it you know my name?”

“I was advised of your coming by common friends.  I would have known you anyway, since your reputation has preceded you.  There are few now days that possess the “voice”, and yours I’ve seen would woo a unicorn.  You couldn’t have guessed that yon maid, actually prefers other maidens in her bed, yet she made an appointment with you!”

“Really!  And you dear druid Frakos, do you have the “ear” that you heard my conversation so easily?”

The druid with hearty guffaw said:  “Alas, no, I read lips and body language.” he added, “Finish your beer.  We’ll take a walk along the pier where we can speak privately.  And I must warn you, I’m not the only one who recognized you.”

Mikaelos finished his beer and they walked out into the night.

(To be continued….maybe.)

For the Wednesday Story Prompt from We Drink Because We’re Poets

Genre:  Fantasy

Words included: Unicorn, anvil, poppy, pier